A friend decided to initiate her new wood stove pizza oven last night, and I was asked to join them.With a dozen people invited, we all stowed away in the shaded alcove, protected from the blazing 96 F heat on a June Montana evening.Initially I did not know anyone at the party, introducing myself with a repeated smile and handshake.And yet, with 12 other people at the party, every one of them knew me as “the alpaca lady” and / or Grizzly’s (our Anatolians’) mom.
Even when you are away from the alpacas, they are still with you.
Sometimes, working 24-7 with my husband at home with my alpacas, I just want to get away, sip my margarita and enjoy the sunset over the BridgerMountains.But the rest of the group wanted to talk about alpacas, so I did.Many of them asked the same questions I had heard hundreds of times before “how long do they live”…”how about the babies”…”what do you do with the fleece”. True, every once in a while I get tired of it.And yet, how many people are really enthused about your job – including yourself?
I am passionate about the alpacas.It shows in my farm visits, in my care for the cria and, hopefully, in my writing.I do love talking about them and people who have alpacas love talking about alpacas.I would imagine it is much the same as parents talking about their kids cute little antics. “And then, one day, they did the funniest thing…”But, the questions keep coming, a curious expression on their faces and I give them tidbits of my day and how I unloaded 7 tons of hay today as part of my afternoon chores.
And once again I am humbled and reminded of my great alpaca lifestyle.It is far from perfect, easy or non-messy for that matter, but enjoyable none the less.Its fun to have others see a glimpse into the alpaca world, even if we are both miles away from the fields.